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	<title>On The Couch &#187; Dom</title>
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		<title>First Consultation~Domonique</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Impromptu appointment called in by Mrs. Vanderwall&#8217;s assistant for 1230. The silence stretched as Dom, as I had been asked to call her, sat staring down at her knees. &#8220;Dom, I understand that there was something that you wanted tot talk about?&#8221; I prodded gently. She shrugged. &#8220;Not really. I just wanted to get out [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><em>Impromptu appointment called in by Mrs. Vanderwall&#8217;s assistant for 1230.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The silence stretched as Dom, as I had been asked to call her, sat staring down at her knees.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Dom, I understand that there was something that you wanted tot talk about?&#8221; I prodded gently.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">She shrugged. &#8220;Not really. I just wanted to get out of the house. I can still smell him in there.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Smell who?&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;My son. Julius. And it&#8217;s tearing my heart apart.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I watched as she absently rubbed at her chest and felt my own constrict at her leaden tone. &#8220;Where is Julius?&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">She laughed humorlessly. &#8220;He ran away. He ran away so I could be happy again but the little fool doesn&#8217;t understand that he makes me happy.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>Dom seems to have a warm, loving relationship with her son.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Why would he run away? And where would he go?&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Because of Ethan. Our relationship isn&#8217;t the best on a good day but I&#8217;ve been with him so long&#8230;I know his faults. It&#8217;s just over the last few years he&#8217;s changed into a person that I can&#8217;t stand. And Julius was going to look for his cousin Caine.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>Caine Lancaster???!!!</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;So, why don&#8217;t you just leave?&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;It&#8217;s&#8230;complicated. Ethan would never let me leave with Julius and I can&#8217;t leave my son with him.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>It seems as if Ethan Vanderwall is a very domineering man.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Have you talked to a lawyer about this situation?&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">She laughed humorlessly before rubbing her hands tiredly over her eyes. &#8220;What lawyer wants to go up against Ethan? He has wealth and power and the man isn&#8217;t in his right mind.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;But what about your son? You don&#8217;t want him to grow up in that sort of environment. &#8220;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;No, no I don&#8217;t but I don&#8217;t want to live my life in fear either. I can&#8217;t just run away. I made my bed. I&#8217;m a prisoner of my own making&#8230;and there&#8217;s nothing I can do about it.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;I&#8217;m sure if-&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;No, no.&#8221; Her shoulders straightened and she stared at me with piercing blue eyes. &#8220;I&#8217;ve never been a victim. I&#8217;m not going to start now. I know what I have to do.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Dom, if there&#8217;s anything that I can do to help don&#8217;t hesitate to call me. I don&#8217;t think you&#8217;re thinking rationally right now.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;This is the most rational I have been in weeks. Thank you for taking the time to see me.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8220;It&#8217;s not a problem.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I waited until the door closed softly behind her before scribbling a quick note.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>I need to get in touch with Caine.</em></p>
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